That's it, enough is enough!
I have a tendency to trip myself up.
It's getting harder to trust what I see,
it's just a trick of the eye.

I could use a little conversation,
something inane about the way things were,
how we've grown apart but you're still fond of
all the memories we share.

It's getting late and I want to go home.
You stopped talking an hour ago
and the only thing left that's keeping you here is the cold.

I could use a little conversation,
something inane about the way things were,
how we've grown apart but you're still fond of
all the memories we share.

This is not what I wanted
and like Patsy Cline, I fall to pieces.
The only thing left are these contradictions,
as I pick myself off the floor.

I've not been feeling quite like myself
and I know that you would be better off with somebody else.
Anybody else."